What I Was Once
The genie is out of the bottle
Has stolen out into the night
Pandora’s box is become unlocked
Things will ne’er again seem right
It came about, with no hue or shout
No alarum of fear or fright
Life took a twist, one could not resist
Impulsively gave in without a fight
Succumbed to pleasure, in new-found treasure
Of her eyes, her sighs…sweet delight
Soft feel still lingers, to touch of my fingers
Press of her body to mine…e’er so slight
My being, my world, tumbled and twirled
My heart…my very soul, imbued with her light
The genie is free, Pandora can flee
What I was once…now no longer can I be
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2012
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